Ragina Goodwin / Andy Connell / Daryl McKinnon / Lorna Martin
Erin Barker / Dave Mejia / Dwayne Locke / Nigiba Harding
Some doubles here – the whole second row, I think. These are better (except maybe Nigiba’s – but it’s always hard drawing babes well for a cruddler such as myself).
Ragina – pronounced like “Rag” + “geena” (as in “green” without the “r”). WTF, am I right? Way to go, Ragina’s parents…
Andy Connell had a sister who looked very much like him – light-skinned, narrow faced. Lorna Martin seemed more ethnic than that name would imply.
I should also mention these aren’t actual rows in the yearbook – or even one single yearbook. Just a random collection of fun people to draw…
Laura Laht / Paul Kariakou / Jeff Kwong / Yee-Ling Kwan
Nick Luka / David Ma / Alan MacDonald / Kim McFarlane
A few more comicy-style joints I done did a few weeks ago. I’ve drawn Alan before – and it kind of sucked. This one’s better.
Kim McFarlane I remember from as early as grade 2. David Ma looks less child-like and cuddly (like a baby panda) here than in real life (at the time).
Generally, I was kinder than reality (minus Jeff Kwong’s freakish peepers).
I drew this guy just because he’s rocking some serious 90s shit.
a) That hair. Mad popular ‘do for Asians and non-Asians alike…
b) That grunge staple he’s wearing – a plaid flannel vest with a heather grey hood of sweatshirt material sewn onto it (complete with drawstrings).
Allow me to explain. It all started with alcoholic sportswear (™ the Judges family), those plaid shirt/jackets with a sewn-in liner, usually done up with snap buttons. In the ‘hood I believe they were called “Pendletons”. Dickies and other blue-collar brands made ‘em.
Needless to say, plaid was a grunge staple. Meanwhile, in California when I went to visit in grade 11 I bought this Quiksilver buffalo plaid shirt with a grey hood sewn onto it – the first of its kind I’d ever seen. I bring it home, and sure enough, about six months later that shit is ubiquitous: plaid shirts with hoods, plaid vests with hoods, you name it…
The best part of this is, on the very same page as ol’ Freddy here in this particular yearbook is another dude rockin’ this same shit! Maybe not the exact same one (but possibly the exact same one)…
I gotta give it a retro-active name. The groodie (pronounced like “hoodie” ‘cept with a “Grr-” sound first)? Sounds like what the droogs call boobs in “A Clockwork Orange.”
The grundie? Sounds too much like drawers… Maybe the Seattle? Not descriptive, really, but evokes the era. Suggestions welcome…
Julie Chamberlain (Re-dux)
Re-dux because the first one kinda sucked. Aside from the generally gross inaccuracy, she just looked too fucked up. This is much improved.
Even without knowing her or her picture, if you looked at the old drawing and this one you’d be like, “yup…”
Brief re-cap: two (or three) years younger; we called her “Morrissey chick” because she wore a Morrissey t-shirt on occasion (no more so than in a conventional rotation); I thought she was cute. Possibly a mom now.
First off, I hadda redo this one asap once I started strolling through my dashboard looking at all the über-excellent drawings and shit other cats had posted. My first attempt at capturing ol’ Kimberly was woefully off-point.
Speaking of Kim, I had a crush on her for a good minute… This being hi skool – and her being a good two years older than me or so – meant it was mercifully unrequited. I hate to even imagine the type of mental trauma her almost-certain rejection would’ve inflicted on my then-even-more-mega-pussy psyche.
A year or two later she dyed her hair blonde – and, uh, I was gonna say she didn’t look as fly, but after thinking about it she looked just as good (if not better).
I wonder if she’s a mom right now or something… God I’m old.
Taking a momentary reprieve from housers, here’s a younger Ctrl-Alt-Del girl we used to call “Morrissey chick” (on account of her being alty and rocking a Morrissey shirt from time to time). She was a pal of alterno-chick (aka Catherine Stankowski), and I’ll be frank – I thought she was cute. After all, it takes balls (metaphorically) – as well as a pretty face (actually) – to get away with sporting a short hairdo. Maybe not the most accurate portrayal but hopefully those who know her will get the gist.
Another big hairstyle in the early 90s – the mushroom cut. There were many variants, but that whole shaved-undersides thing was usually the common thread.
And honestly, dude looked way dorkier in his yearbook photo than I’ve made him appear here. Generally, these drawings skew uglier – in that they’re less attractive than the people I’m depicting. Herein lies the exception… (sorry, Shaun)
If you heard this dude’s name in an episode of The Simpsons, you’d be like, “Naw, too unrealistic…” One of the all-time greats. Seriously.
And peep the cut of his jib. Let’s put it this way: Dr. Huxtable called and he wants his sweater back. Now I admittedly guessed as to the colorings, but I wager I’m not far off the mark here. And he complements it with the trademark look of the late 80s/early 90s – a turtleneck. Choice!
Geek, nerd, poindexter, spazz, dork – you choose the pejorative. Just remember he’s (likely) more successful, handsome and happier than yours truly…
For the record, the other all-time great names from hi skool I can recall (not counting collegiate or pro athletes) are: Marty Donkervoot (some pundit I read about during the whole Marc Lépine Montreal massacre) and Phillip Rintaro (the name on my li’l cousin’s fake ID)…
Richard Lin (no relation to Jeremy – I think)
I dunno this cat, but he totally looks like a random junior triad from movies like Year of the Dragon or Tongs (which I’ve never actually seen, though I have seen the poster a bajillion times, for some reason). Just dig the jaunty flip on his collar.
BTW, all the next few cats are from one (1!) single page of my grade 9 yearbook – and what’s even crazier is I’ve already previously mined it for a plethora of mullets and Asians. I sincerely think (and hope) that Asians are representing far cooler hairstyles and gear than the messy time period known as the late 80s/early 90s…
What up, tumblrinos. My apologies – it’s been a minute and I’m inherently lazy. Anyhow, this dude was my first encounter with a bi-racial kid, though I didn’t give it much thought at the time. His pops was Japanese (obvs’); his mom, English. The Japanese thing was evident cuz he always had the sweetest Transformers and shit in grade skool – and the English thing was evident from his mom’s horrible teeth (and accent). I don’t wanna sound like a dick, though, cause she was a super-nice lady, always bringing in cake for the whole class on Jason’s birthday an’ shit.
Anyhow, dude was the classic grade skool (and hi skool) stanky slob, nawimean? Stinky, sticky, ass-crack constantly on display, hand always down his pants, etc. You know the type. I had to resist the urge to draw flies circling his body to give you a sense of his personal stank.
I’m sure he’s a perfectly-whatever adult now, but lemme just leave you with this nugget. Back in grade 9, my homeboy James, who’d become increasingly truant over time, finally saw fit to attend drama class one day.
“Long time, no see, James,” says Jason in this condescendingly annoying quasi-English-accented voice of his (on account of growing up with a British ma-dukes, one supposes).
"Shut the fuck up, Jason,” James replies. We all promptly cracked the fuck up. That probably tells you more about James than Jason, but it’s still a great line…